There’s this girl I went to middle school with. She was super small and loud and really liked sour straws. Once, at a school dance in the old gym, we paired up and danced to a slow song. K-Ci & JoJo’s “Crazy”, maybe. The twirling disco ball hanging from the rim above the desk of the DJ, our Pre-Algebra teacher, flinging shiny dots all over the Abercrombie spattered dance floor.
I was much taller than her so I danced on my knees. We thought we were really funny. The floor wasn’t wood. It was that rubbery type of surface that’s easy on elbows that a lot of P.E. rooms have. Someone took a picture of the two of us. I think it was in the yearbook.
She talked a lot. The type to always ask you to pick a number, please. She really liked Eminem. Knew all the words to “Stan”. She always wore hoodies that would swallow her. In my sixth grade yearbook she wrote “Thank you for letting me sign your crack” along the inner spine of the book. She wrote “Lol” right after that. She was really nice. Her name was Abby.
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